Chapter 49: The Wardrobe Holds a Secret (4)
The day after the thoroughly embarrassing wardrobe incident, my face still flushed at the thought.
I had risen early, cleaned the general store, and returned to the office, only to be greeted by the rich smell of cooking oil as soon as I opened the door. My mouth watered instinctively.
Was someone cooking?
As I stepped inside, my suspicion was confirmed—Raven was standing at the stove, grilling sausages to a perfect golden brown.
He looked utterly mismatched: a bird’s nest of unkempt hair atop his head and an adorable set of pajamas. It was clear he’d only just woken up.
I quickly approached Raven and tugged at his sleeve, unable to sit idly by when I was already freeloading. I needed to help in some way.
“Oh, what is it? You want to help?”
“...!”
“Alright then... could you set the table with forks and knives? I’m almost done here, so there’s not much left to do.”
Following his gaze, I turned to see a toaster quietly humming in the corner. Today’s breakfast was sausages and toast.
I realized I’d arrived too late to be of much help this time. I’d have to move faster next time.
Understanding the situation, I dashed over and set the table with forks and knives for two.